I've always had a certain fondness for men of the animated variety. A memory lingers of being stuck outside Milan airport at three in the morning with
two female friends waiting for planes back to England. A discussion arose between the three of us over the most "do-able" Disney character and we all chose a total fox- an animated fox. Literally. We're talking paws and a tail here - yet still strangely hot. Remember Robin Hood from Disney's Robin
Hood? We wanted him bad.

But back to 1988, North London. The weekly visits to my cousin's house are leaving me hungry for more. Every time the shiny black paddle found its way into my warm little hands I was transfixed for hours. I would mope all the way back in the car back to our suburban Berkshire Sega-free family home.

Until the Sunday that, upon arriving at my cousin's house, the chunky Master System was no longer there. As we moved into the Nineties it had been
replaced by the slick-as-oil Mega Drive, all 16-bit technology and supersmooth graphics. My pixellated WonderBoy had been retired while this upstart machine took its place.

But joy! The unwanted Master System was old news, and therefore up for grabs and soon for the first time, I was taking my WonderBoy home with me. The
first time we were alone in my bedroom together was a pretty nerve-wracking experience. Would it be the same as before? The moment the opening logo
appeared on the screen - my WonderBoy with an axe slung jauntily over one bare shoulder - I know this was love.

And so we went on and I was happy with him. Sure things were moving slowly, but there's no need to rush things too early on. I worked my way through the
levels, never getting beyond about the third or fourth level, but still enjoying myself. Kinda like bases, though I wouldn't make the connection until later in life.

Then one day, it just seemed to happen. As I played the game, I was getting further and further. Past level four, past five, past six, seven. I had reached level eight. The game only had nine levels. I was almost there. Almost as far as I could go with WonderBoy.








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